Footsteps echo down a narrow alley, <br />black cat on watch, stretches, expanding his claws. <br />Far away an owl hoots out a warning, <br />then silence returns, no banging of doors. <br /> <br />An eerie time reigns when darkness descends, <br />each noise seems louder, shattering the night. <br />And one’s hearing’s sharper, alert to sounds, <br />for anything strange can give way to fright. <br /> <br />Everywhere are shadows, lights are dim, <br />who would be brave, to venture out late. <br />Behind every bush is a spooky ghoul, <br />ready to scare you, and their niche vacate. <br /> <br />Footsteps echo down a narrow alley, <br />Dogs roam, searching for morsels to eat. <br />Dustbins rattle, hunting gains momentum, <br />inquisitive muzzles, scouring the street. <br /> <br />These are the hours for all things nocturnal, <br />bats fly, rats scuttle, for their day’s begun. <br />Nothing’s weird to these wide awake creatures, <br />only our footsteps will cause them to run. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/their-day-s-begun/
